This story is a favor I make for one of my best friends. So just ask respect and consideration, here we touch delicate topics and maybe some of you don't like it, so just read this before starting.
I hope you like and please let me know if you want me to continue it.
Love in the Time of Cholera.
Elizabeth, New Jersey. Summer 1963
Have you ever felt like your life was stole? As you're not who you say you are? Live the life of another person? Or that your life is not your own? ... I feel all those things every day. I feel like every day I lose myself in someone who I'm not and I still feed the identity of an unknown. I don't know who I am or what I am. I'm different from everyone I know and I can't even imagine what would happen if someone besides my parents discovered my secret.
I wake up every day in a room that I used to live but I hate every time I open my eyes in the morning. Reminds me of my misery and life that I have to live. Every day is the same routine, I awake, I prepare for the day, down to the kitchen where my mother makes me breakfast, read the newspaper and then go to work.
I work in a textile factory, I'm the chief of staff. It is a stand recently assigned me because of my good performance and leadership. I like my job and it is one of the few that can get in this town today. I work 16 hours a day, so my life is not as exciting as the fun and adventure of being a young person.
My immediate boss is obsessed with me because he thinks I'm still a virgin, which is true but that nobody cares. Only that it does matter, because I'm getting married in less than two months with a pretty girl I met in one of the warehouses where the factory distributes textiles.
Her name is Lexie Grey, the younger sister of Grey's. She and her sister are the owners of some of the best stores of clothing and textiles of this town, so they are well known around here. Her sister is married to my immediate boss, Derek, who happens to be a good friend of mine. So it was only a matter of time before I met her sister and suddenly our upcoming wedding plans are made. She is attractive, thin, black hair and cute smile. Lexie tends to ramble while she's talking and gets nervous every time she sees me, I think it's endearing.
Lexie is a sweet, compassionate and understanding woman and I love her, but there is a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. The only reason that I marry her is because it assumes that it's time to me to settle down and start a family and because my parents said that would make me a little more normal.
"Andrew, we have a date with our girls." Derek comes running to my little makeshift office.
"Derek, I have many things to do, in a while I'll catch you okay?." I answer without looking up documents in my hands.
"You always say that and never show up, Lexie will pissed off if you don't came again." He's right, but I'm not in the mood to keep talking about my wedding with Lexie for two hours. However it is my duty.
"I know, Derek. I'll be there, I promise." He nods and leaves.
I suppose explain is in order. My official name is Andrew Daniel Robbins, my mother is Barbara Robbins, she was a former military nurse and my father is Colonel Daniel Robbins, Tim Robbins is my brother and he is the sheriff of Elizabeth. That is my family, that's my name and this is my reality. But in my loneliness, my deepest thoughts and feelings, I'm Arizona Elizabeth Robbins. Elizabeth in honor of Queen Elizabeth I, not for this town.
According to my parents I was born sick with a rare condition that had no physical sexual definition. Which mean that I born half man and half woman. The doctors called hermaphroditism.
However, I have more feminine characteristics, like my silky blond hair, my face free of imperfections, long eyelashes and sparkle blue eyes, beside else people always say I have a kiss on the lips. I have adorable dimples on either side of my cheeks, I have small hands or effeminate as Derek says and I have boobs, not so big but enough to have to use a rubber band to hide them under my shirt. Although, there is a big difference in my body that shouldn't even be there. It's a big member always hanging between my legs, which looks like an embarrassing bulge in the front of my pants. That thing I can't hide it.
So I made up my mind that I should do a complete physical transformation if I wanted to continue my life as anyone else in this town. My family influenced me since I was little, my mother dressed me like a boy, my father took me to the football games, my brother taught me how to survive in the woods and how to flirt with girls. They took care of me as a guy, a very handsome one, modesty aside.
So now I wear my short blond hair Mc Dreamy style, I use baggy man, thick coats, long sleeve shirts and work boots wide. I'm not very muscular because I don't like, instead, I have wide hips and a flat stomach. But I'm strong and I can handle the hard work. My voice is the only thing I can barely handle, because it's not feminine but it's not husky as a men are, so I try to do my best.
I've never been intimate with anyone beyond kissing due to my uncontrollable fear to discover the elastic band on my chest or to touch my private parts, because even when I have a penis, I'm also aware of other sensitive parts down there.
Anyway, the point is that since I was seven am more physically like a man, but I'm still a woman. I feel like a woman, I am so sensible and understandable as a woman and I can say I have agreement between my two me ... I love women. Which makes me a homosexual too. I'm going to hell when I die, but I don't care, women are beautiful and attractive, their complete femininity drive me a little crazy. In a good sense.
My day finally ends, so I'm sitting in my usual bar, with a drink before going home to rest for tomorrow back to do it again.
I'm about to pay the bill to go home when the strong hand on my shoulder stopped me.
"Lexie is gonna kill you for not show up this afternoon." Derek says mocking. I just roll my eyes.
"I'll apologize tomorrow at her home."
"I know that women can be a handful when they talk about the wedding, so I understand."
An Alex Karev joins us. "One more round here Joe." He yells to the bartender.
"I'm leaving guys, I'm exhausted." I'm going to stand up when the hand of Jackson Avery makes me sit back on the stool.
"Take a drink with us, Robbins." The brunet and tall man says.
"Yeah Robbins, don't be sissy." Alex said, making the others men laugh.
"Come on, Andrew. You're getting married in two months, your life will become more boring than it is now when you say 'I do' in the church." Derek says taking a shot of Tequila.
"Look who is talking, the happily married man?." I joked.
"That's why I tell you, Robbins." He laughs with everyone else.
The guys practically crammed Tequila me for the next hour so much that I could feel my head spinning and I was very amused by it all.
"I telling you, these girls are wonderful." Alex says almost slurred.
"They are prostitutes Alex, they supposed to be good." Jackson laughs.
"No man, I'm saying. Prostitutes or not, you should give it a try, you will be amazed with just a blowjob." I almost drowned with Karev's words. Ugh ... I hate when they talk about women as if they were sex toys.
"What Andrew, don't tell me you have never given a blowjob." Alex teases me making me blush more. Damn female characteristics, always as untimely. "Unless ... Oh boy. Are you a virgin? That's why you're so boring and dump." Jackson and Derek joined the mockery.
"What? Of course not, I'm not virgin at all. I just think that kind of thing, things that are done in the bedroom should stay in the bedroom." I defend with a nervous laugh.
"Dude, you're a fucking virgin, accept it. Men speak of these 'things', but obviously you have nothing to tell, since you've never had a woman who can move the ass in your crotch." Alex was laughing at me.
"Well, maybe that's because I want to get married first." I said sheepishly.
"That's even more stupid."
"Okay drop it." Derek tells Alex and then looks at me. "But I think you should get some experience, you know, for the big night." He winks at me playfully and I just choked in my drink.
"We should take him to the TAO, there will teach you some tricks." Alex proposed.
"I will not lose my virginity with a prostitute, Alex." I snorted.
"You sound like a girl." That made me wince.
"We'll have fun." Derek said also cheering, while Jackson just kept drinking Tequila. That kid has problems with alcohol for sure.
"You been there too?." I ask my friend in disbelief.
"All the men in this town have been there, Andrew." I'm still unsure about this.
"Come on, what's the worst that can happen? To doesn't like any of the girls?." Alex teases.
"Ha, that's where you're wrong Karev. Girls always like me." I say with confidence with an arrogant smile.
"Whatever." He looks at the floor sheepishly before shooting down another Tequila. I always had the slight impression that Alex has feelings for me, but better to let these waters alone.
"Let's go TAO, I will pay your night. It's time for you to know what an orgasm is." Derek cheers facing my crotch before crawling out of the bar into the most popular brothel in Elizabeth.
Fifteen minutes later the boys and I went into the brothel, the atmosphere was good, the energy between music and dancing women for their clients was incredibly striking. The women wear little clothing and splendid makeup, I always wanted to try to wear makeup, but I hadn't the courage to use it.
A gray-haired, tall, handsome blond man approached to us.
"Good evening gentlemen, welcome to TAO. I'm Mark Sloan, owner of the place." The man introduced.
"We need a table where we can see the show closely." Alex said having a big wad of dollars to Mark.
"Of course, this way." Mark brought us closer to the center table right in front of the stage.
A very beautiful women were ordered to bring two bottles of Tequila, lemon and salt, didn't miss much when they look faded and slender figures five women were spotted on stage. The screams of all the men in the place were swift and whistles, applause and shouts the show began.
Women moved with the music and choreography at the best Burlesque style, well-practiced no margin for error. I memorized the characteristics of each women. One was blonde with green eyes and slender body, next to her was a brunette with curly hair and luscious lips, then there was the redhead with sexy eyes and sculpted eyebrows, the next girl with light brown hair, sexy body and an angelic face but her eyes showed grayish green eyes flashing fire and ferocity. But it was voluptuous brunette with black as night eyes, jet black hair that adorned her perfect face, her plump red lips, her breasts pressed under red corset, her curves, long caramel legs and heels four inch needle ... God, everything about this woman is perfect ... She is looking directly at my blue eyes, she is looking so hard I think she can read my soul and my thoughts ... I want to have my hands on her body ... Like Now.
"You like what you see, Andrew?." I hear the voice of my friend Derek in my ear, but I don't answer, I'm spellbound watching the hips and ass of this exquisite woman swaying to the rhythm of instrumental music. So I just nod in the middle of my daze. "I'll bring her to you." Derek says and I can almost feel his arrogant and amused smile. But his words took me out of my reverie.
"What? No, no. You cannot bring her here, what will I say?." I'm trying to save a bit of composure, but my heart is running fast now.
"You don't have to say anything, she'll do the job." Derek said as he beckons man who greeted us. "Bring the girl in red corset for my friend here as soon as the show ends." Derek instructs Mark, passing another wad of dollars. At least it's not my money.
The show goes and yells don't cease. The women put everything on stage earn big money flying towards their feet while dancing more and more sensual. My eyes are on the brunette red corset and her eyes are on mine too. She hasn't stopped looking at me since I established eye contact, her hungry eyes full of lust is making my boxer wet and my friend a little too straight ... That never happened with only visual stimulation. This woman is driving me crazy.
Finally the show ends and new women appear on stage to encourage the public, while the above will cool off. I'm looking at the sexy new women, but my mind can't get away from those eyes, her lips, her breasts ... suddenly percent from a subtle touch on my shoulder, delicate but strong hands massaged my shoulders through my shirt and then I hear a voice that makes my skin crawl completely.
"Hello handsome, you'd liked the show." She asked in a hoarse and low voice right in my ear before kissing the shell of it, making me shiver.
"Y-yes." I stutter squeezing my hands on the leather seat. I look at my peers but all seem to be distracted by other women. The woman laughs before going in front of me and standing between my legs. Then I see her, up close, her beautiful eyes and red lips moving closer to mine. I can feel her breath on my face and her tropical scent intoxicating my senses.
"If you want, I can give you a show just for you, I saw the way you looked at me." She says as she passes her leg massaging my crotch. My breathing is engaged, since that's the closest I've had a woman in my pants.
"You're beautiful, why not look at you." She gives me a mischievous smile. "And you were looking at me too." I tell her a bit controlling my hormones.
"You're beautiful, why not look at you." She echoes in my words. "Come with me? I really want to dance just for you." She whispers in my ear dropping her hair in my face.
"Sure." I don't know where I am taking courage, but the next thing she stands completely and extends her hand to me. I took her hand and follow the hallway, but not before hearing the roar of my friends. "Go Robbins."
The sexy brunette laughs loudly by the yells out of my friends, as she wrapped my hand around her waist, I on the other hand am dazzled by the ass that moves so naturally that it should be illegal.
She leads me to the second floor of the brothel and within the last door of the long hallway. It is a dark red room and when I say red I mean completely red, from bed quilts, curtains, light from the lamp beside the bed and for sure the walls are red too.
"Wow ... that's ... a lot of red." I say sheepishly before feeling this woman's hands on my hips, she carries her hands under my shirt and touched my skin. Her hands are so soft and delicate, I love the delicacy of a woman. She kisses my neck and then my cheek chastely.
"I love the red." She answered. I lean my face to give access to my lips and she quickly takes on hers. It is a searing kiss, her lips soft and plump deeply connected with mine. She bites my lip before falling back slightly. "This is my room, I can decorate it as I like."
She smiles at me before pushing toward synthetic leather armchair in the room. She gets to ride an old record player and soft but sensual music starts playing. She walks towards me with a devouring look. She moves to the beat of the music slowly and when she gets closer to me, she turns placing her perfect ass in front my eyes delight.
I don't know what happens to me, but I instinctively put both hands on her firm cheeks and squeeze the soft and toned flesh. I can feel her smile when I put my hands on her. Then in a moment of courage bold I took her ass and put it in my crotch ... God it feels so good ... She still dancing with the music in my lap, bucking her delicious butt on my cock already aroused. I only see stars in her moves.
So I can't anymore and I turn her to have her in front of me as just early out there, and she sits astride my lap connecting her center covered with mine and now all I can think about is being inside her.
She keeps moving her hips, creating a delicious friction between our bodies. I take two handfuls of her black wavy hair and pull her to kiss her hard and tough ... I'm not like this, I don't go around kissing and grinding my crotch in women, I have always been respectful and kind when I'm with a woman . But this woman is pulling faces out at myself that I'd never seen or experienced before.
She continues to dance in my lap and our kiss gets out of control, she sticks her tongue to explore my mouth and a new wave of pleasure through my body. My hands are in her ass now pulling her closer to my body, I guided her to where I grinds want more and so she does. She tries to touch me to lift my shirt up to take it away ... that's where I remember I'm a freak and can't let her to do it.
"Wait ... Wait ... I can't do it." I say frantically releasing my hold on her body. "Sorry, I can't." I repeat and try to get up, but she don't let me.
"What's the problem?." She asked me softly. I just looked at her almost black with lust brown eyes ... I wonder how her eyes will look when it is about to come? … Forget it Robbins, never have a chance.
"I don't even know your name." I say without thinking. "I mean, you probably can't tell me, but this is so new to me and I ..." She interrupted me with a kiss.
"Callie." She says on my lips. "I'm Callie, what's your name?." She kisses my neck this time and I'm lost in the feel of her tongue on my pulse.
"Arizona ..." I said in a strangled whisper and I go froze. Callie pulls out her face from my neck and look confused. I'm lost for words.
"Arizona? That's a strange name ... and for a woman." She said and I blush in shame ... I got to get out of here.
"I have to go, I'm really sorry." She is distracted enough by my name that this time when I try to get up, she too stands. I'm on my way out of the red room with my head down, when one hundred hand stop me.
"Explain ... talk to me." Her words are so soft and tender in my ear, I can feel my eyes fill with tears ... I think it's the alcohol that uninhibited me or is she just looks at me with sympathy this time. "Why do you say your name is Arizona?." She asked quietly.
"That's my name, at least my real one." I say without entirely clear because I'm telling the truth.
"You'll have to tell me more, because I seriously don't understand. I look and see a man, one very cute, but a man." She laughs trying to lighten the mood, but I say nothing. I don't know what to say or how to say it. "Okay what if I make a promise?." She suggest.
"Okay?" I'm listening to her.
"The things that happen in my room, stay in my room." She smiles. "And of course what you tell me, stays in these four walls, that's OK?." She's trying to make me feel safe, but I'm not convinced to reveal my secret yet.
"I can't." I cry. "You're going to disown me and hate me." I looked at her with sad eyes.
"Sweetie, I'm just a stranger in your life. I'm no one to hate or disown you." She said calmly, but even so I say nothing. "You want to hear the story behind this room?." I nod wanting nothing more than to change the subject.
She smiles at me before taking us to the edge of the bed to sit. She takes a long breath and then starts the story. "My father was one of the hundreds men who had to go to war, he said it was an honor to serve for his country so he went to fight without complaint. He was a flyer..." She looks at me before continuing. "My mother was typical cleaning lady, you know, home, children and husband care. But with the war and economic crisis, women had to start working. When my father returned from the war, he wasn't happy with my mom worked. He still believed that women should only continue their role as good housewives."
"That's terrible." I say aloud unconsciously. Callie laughs before speaking again.
"Yeah, it really suck. Anyway, for the following years and my father's war traumas, my house became a battlefield, they fought all the time, as horrible shouting matches and shock." She breathed deeply. "One day when I came home from a friend, I saw my father shot my mother in the chest twice. My mother fell and my father fled like a coward." I'm so shocked that I couldn't say anything, I just put my hand in hers. "I ran to her and put my hands on her chest to try to stop the bleeding, but I couldn't. I felt how her heart stopped beating in my hands and all that blood seeped through my hands, the floor and through my pants. There was blood everywhere."
"So you like the red?." I ask softly.
"I love the red. But in a good way, not in the dark and twisted sense of watching my mother die in my hands. I love her and miss her, but what happened that day wasn't something I could avoid. It was a matter of time for them to kill each other." She says with a sad smile.
"What happened with your father?." I ask after a few minutes of silence.
"He committed suicide like the coward he was." She laughs without grace. "That was almost 10 years ago, I was a child then. I'm a woman now." She looks at me in my blue eyes. I guess it's my turn to spill the beans.
"I don't know if I can compete with that." I say sheepishly.
"This is not a competition. I told the harrowing experience of my life because I feel I can trust you, nobody knows this part of my life except for some of the girls who live here because they are my friends. I know that something embarrasses you, I see it in your eyes and you're afraid to trust other people, but you can trust me, I won't tell anyone." She tells me calmly. I can see the sincerity in her eyes, which is strange because I only know her half an hour ago and here I am about to tell her my secret.
"I'm a freak of nature." She looks at me in confusion. "I'm half man, half woman." She looks at me expectantly, but she doesn't say anything so I continued. "I was born with what is called hermaphroditism, meaning I have both male and female genitalia."
"Is it serious?" She frowns but her hands it's still in mine.
"Believe me, I I wish it was a fictional story, but it is my reality." I laughed my gaze away graceless not see the disappointment in her eyes.
"But you look so much like a man, I mean, you're a man with a strange beauty." She says confused. She makes me laugh, this time genuinely.
"It took me years to perfect my male skills, besides my physical characteristics."
"I would like to see your female characteristics." She says completely surprising me. "That's something wrong?" Now she is vulnerable.
"I'm a freak, I don't think that yours is wrong." She laughs and hits our shoulders in joke.
"You're not a freak, stop saying that. You just ... Different. We all are different." She said with a sincere smile. "Can I see it?" She asks after a comfortable silence.
I'm perplexed. "See what?"
"Your female characteristics?." She asked nervously.
"They are not so different than yours, Callie." I try to joke, but I'm actually very nervous. I've never been naked in front of anyone.
"I have just curious to see you naked." She laughs loudly.
"I want to see you naked." I say with a smile on my lips showing her my dimples.
"God! You can't be prettier if you tried." She said before kissing my cheeks.
"I'm sorry I wasted your time."
"Who says I wasted my time?." She looks at me funny. "I really enjoyed talking to you." She looks at me dubious before asking. "Who are you then?." I sighed before answering.
"Everyone knows me as Andrew Robbins, but I'm actually Arizona Robbins."
"Your parents did this, right?." She gives me a look of sympathy and I nod.
"I was raised as a boy since I was seven years old, before that I never left home so nobody would know the strange Colonel Robbins's daughter." I explain.
"That must be hard for you. Having to pretend to be someone you're not."
"Yes it is, but I don't want to feel singled out and rejected by the people either." I sigh. "I just want to fit in, you know."
"Yes I know."
We don't talk more and now we're both lying in bed staring at the ceiling and with our hands still joined, lost in our thoughts.
"You're a virgin, don't you?" Callie asked out nowhere and somehow her question just makes me laugh. "Well, are you?." She laughs at my laughter while leaning on her elbow at me.
"Yes, I am." I answer almost ashamed and hide my face in my hands.
"Hey, look at me." She said sweetly, and I grant. "Want me help you with that?" She laughs loudly when I'm sure I got my faces hot and blush.
"Oh My Goodness. Stop, you're making me blush." I'm still smiling nervously.
"Yes, no doubt you're a girl." She looks at me with dark eyes of passion. "I like it."
"You like me as a girl?." I ask and she nods. "But I'm not a normal girl." I say sheepishly.
"You're a different person, not abnormal. There's a difference." She smiles at me. "And normal is overrated these days." She says confidently stroking my cheek. "And personally, I like different things." She purred before kissing me softly before pulling back to look at me.
I bring my hand behind her neck to kiss her again. "I'm getting married in two months." I say uncertainly.
"Then we should start with a few classes, so you will be ready for you wedding night." Sex in her eyes is pure. She climbs on top of me, straddling again and begins to kiss languidly. Within minutes I can feel my erection again. She wags her center at my crotch and kisses my neck and my hands clench her hips.
She stops kissing me just to remove her corset and in a flash, I have a pair perfect breasts in my face asking my attention. But as I'm an inexperienced, Callie makes the decision for me. She takes my neck and leads me to her left breast into my mouth ... the feel of her erect nipple in my mouth makes me dizzy with pleasure. I begin to suck and suck it earns a groan from the brunette. That sound turned me on even more.
"You want to know how much I like you?" She asks me while with her own hand guide my hand towards her drip center. She's so wet that soaks the palm of my hand with a hot viscous liquid. I play with my fingers her slit to explore and every time I brushed some point she moans louder.
"There, you know what this place is?" She asked hoarsely. "That's my clit, all women have it, I bet you also have one." She grins while grinding her slick center in my hand.
I'm lost in the sight of her squirm against me. "I want you inside me." She whispers in my mouth, but I don't know what to do. "You want to be inside me?" She asks me and I firmly nodded yes. "Take off your pants." She orders me before leaving me and start to unzip my pants button.
"Callie ..." I don't know what to do. On one hand I want her to touch me and I want to be inside her, but on the other I'm so nervous that she sees me.
"I won't see anything if that's what you want. We can feel." She breathes. "You want to feel?" I nod again.
Next thing I know is that she lowered my pants and my boxer, but her eyes are on me. She goes to her former position on top of me and take my cock in her hand making me shiver. My cock gets harder, if that's possible, as she gently caresses the head. Her eyes are on me, watching my reactions and I can only moan, because it feels so damn good.
"It's great." She says smiling. "I like it." She breathes out. "I like you." She said before sitting on the head of my length.
"Oh! God ... mmm." I sighed heavily when I feel a light burning in my part. She pulls back to look at me.
"You okay?" She asks in consideration.
"Yes, do it again." She smiles at me and then sits on my cock again, this time going a little more and squeezing at the same time. "Oh! God ... YES ... Don't stop." I bury my face in her neck squeezing her hips. "You're so wet and warm ... mmm ... keep doing that." I take momentum and pushed inside her to go deeper and we both groan.
She grinds her core with my length into her in circles and pushing and trying to squeeze more from me. I start to feel a gentle tingling sensation in my stomach that I hadn't felt before.
She herself buried to the hilt screaming of pleasure in my name. She moves faster on my lap and friction causes the tingling sensation intensifies. I squeeze her hips harder and wring the toes ... This is the glory...
"Callie ... I feel like I gonna ..." I don't think I can describe it with words.
"Wait ... You have to wait until I ... come with you." I'm perplexed. What does that mean?
"Callie, you're so tight ... Callie! mmm ..." I feel her as she squeezed me in and the her walls around me get tighter sucking me deeply. I can feel our juices are mixed together and roll down her thighs and my lap. She still bucking faster and harder and I close my eyes in ecstasy. "Callie ..." I whimper.
"Look at me, Arizona." She says my name and my eyes are opened immediately. "That's it baby, come with me, you can come now." She says and her words do the trick, because the next thing I know is that my body tenses completely and one hundred and something goes out of my body inside her and she was tense top of me spilling a thick liquid hot in me.
Everything is so wet and the smell of sex is spread around the room, but our eyes get closed for the last few seconds of pleasure that we experience simultaneously. I was wrong before ... This is the glory...
A drop of sweat percent slips over the side of my forehead and my mouth is dry, but I feel relaxed and light. She returns to breathe again and kisses my neck before lifting her body to mine and relieve my cock inside her. Then we fall into bed, she over me in complete silence. The words aren't needed, this is speechless. So now we focus on our heart rate returned to normal. But in the process I suddenly feel exhausted and I fall asleep.
The focus is intersex, but set in many years ago.
All mistake are mine.